Full of Beans

Chili beans, that is. Some of the men at the Lutheran Church are going to Baton Rouge next week to work on a Habitat for Humanity project, and they had a Chili Dinner fundraiser today to help with their expenses for the trip. Besides the fact that this is a project we were eager to support, it was a good meal and a nice chance to see people. One of the joys of small town life is that wherever you go you are almost sure to see someone you know. Of course, there can also be times when this is a drawback......

When we got home, Mr S went out the the workshop to help his nephew make a (wooden) Viking sword and shield for a class project, and I settled in for another few rows of Gypsy Girl. I should mention that in this part of the country "dinner" can be served mid-day, so when we got back I still had the afternoon ahead of me. On the other hand, a "lunch" can take place in the early evening.




I just weighed the remaining yarn, and I have used about half of what I started with. I suppose that means I'm about half way finished.

Messed around a little with the "crochet fork" (No Calamintha, it's not dangerous). Somehow, I thought this would be a quick process, but so far it is not. However, I found a very good hairpin lace tutorial online, and if you would like to see what the whole maneuver looks like, check here. Quite frankly, I haven't decided whether the results are worth the effort.


BTW, thanks Cala for the Wilkie Collins reference; makes me wonder what the "fancy jacket" looked like. And for some odd reason it reminded me that Mrs. Ramsay in Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse knits socks to be sent to the lighthouse keeper's son.


kmkat, it's funny, but Mr S often says he likes Baxter because he is the most "dog like" cat we have ever had, meaning that he is less aloof and more inclined to seek out our company. We like to tell ourselves it's affection rather than mere heat seeking behavior.


Thanks for the tutorial idea, Elizabeth. The Morrison sweater is looking great. Every time I check on it I end up with A.A. Milne's ditty running through my head:

James James Morrison Morrison
Weatherby George Dupree
Took great care of his mother
Though he was only three.
(quoting from memory here, it's been years since I actually read it)

Yarn Thrower, your origami gift box is very elegant, as are the growing fingerless mitts. (Will there be a pattern written when they are done?)

I'm off to rustle up some, supper. As far as I know, that particular meal only happens sometime after 4:00 pm.